“I haven’t seen you in these parts,” the barkeep said, sidling during to where I sat. “Designation’s Bao.” He stated it exuberantly, as if word of his exploits were shared aside settlers about many a ‚lan in Aeternum.
He waved to a wooden keg upset us, and I returned his token with a nod. He filled a glass and slid it to me across the stained red wood of the bar in the vanguard continuing.
“As a betting chains, I’d be delighted to wager a honourable speck of silver you’re in Ebonscale Reach on the side of more than the swig and sights,” he said, eyes glancing from the sword sheathed on my in to the salaam slung across my back.